...pass. The Sonnet io Cole, is feeble in its final lines, and is worthy of praise only in the verses — Paths, homes, graves, ruins, from the lowest glen To where life shrinks from the fierce Alpine air. Mutation, a didactic sonnet, has few either of faults or beauties. November is far better. The lines...

...look was upward cast, And in that long and burning kiss thy happy spirit passed; W. B; 0. PEABODY. TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN; THOU blossom, bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heavens' own hue. That openest when the quiet light Succeeds the keen and frosty night; Thou comest...

...own life's sake, now watching it — Showing the soul it never can forget. Co tJe JWngeS ffientfan. ThoU blossom, bright with Autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue, Thou openest when the quiet light Succeeds the keen and frosty night. Thou comest not when violets...

...boundless groves. Fair scenes shall greet thee where thou goest—fair, But different—everywhere the trace of men, Paths, homes, graves, ruins, from...GENTIAN. THOU blossom bright with autumn dew, And coloured with the heaven's own blue, That openest when the quiet light Succeeds the keen and frosty...

...Settling on, the tick flowers, and then again Instantly on the wing. I resume the imaginative extracts.] Paths, homes, graves, ruins from the lowest glen To where life shrinks from the fierce Alpine air.. . . . And the blue gentian flower that in the breeze Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last A...

...boundless groves. Fair scenes shall greet thee where thou goest — fair, But different, everywhere the trace of men, Paths, homes, graves, ruins, from the lowest glen, To where life shrinks in the fierce Alpino air. Gaze on them till the tears shall dim thy sight, But keep that earlier, wilder...

...boundless groves. Fair scenes shall greet thee where thou goest — fair, But different, everywhere the trace of men, Paths, homes, graves, ruins, from the lowest glen, Tf where life shrinks in the fierce Alpine air. Gaze on them till the tears shall dim thy sight. But...

...where thou goest—fair, « Llterwjr World for 1849. Nos. 102, 108, 114. But different—everywhere the trace of men, Paths, homes, graves, ruins, from...sight, But keep that earlier, wilder image bright. A StnVBKT. I saw a glory in the etherial deep; Bryant. In its embrace such beauty. Clouds were driven...

...greet thee where thou goest — fair, CYCLOPAEDIA OF AMERICAS LITERATURE. But different — everywhere the trace of men, Paths, homes, graves, ruins, from...Alpine air. Gaze on them, till the tears shall dim thy eight, But keep that earlier, wilder image bright Bryant, A stnrarr. I saw a glory in the etherial...

...Settling on the sick flowers, ta>J. then again Instantly on the wing. I resume the imaginative extracts.} Paths, homes, graves, ruins from the lowest glen To where life shrinks from theflerce Alpine aiT. .... And the blue gentian flower that in the breeze Nods lonely, of her beauteous...